On Prayer and Pilgrimage

In less than 10 days, I will be–God willing–boarding a TAP flight (woo hoo!) to Lisboa (that’s Lisbon in Portuguese!) on my birthday!

Talk about an awesomesauce birthday prezzie, huh?

I know. I’m overjoyed. Except, ok . . . I’m only overjoyed when I allow myself to stop thinking about the five bazillion things I have to do in anticipation of this trip, and for my job, and the blogs, and the pilgrimages, and all the projects I have going, and . . . oh, my head has been spinning for the past few weeks.

Ask my mom. I haven’t talked to her in about that long, and normally I talk to her pretty frequently. (Hi mom! I’ll call you later today!)

One thing I keep thinking about, though, as I prepare for this amazing adventure, is how I am going to keep from going absolutely crazy on my poor husband while we’re in the middle of it.